I’m bored to be lonely
bored to be authentic
bored building my career
conquering the universe
to go outside
to pick up stray cats
ginger scorched pale spotted greyish grey miserable
scatter them throughout my flat
to begin a new life
maneuvering past cats’ plates
pouring milk
thinking of nothing
cat’s odour kills my memory
putting my own cup with milk on the floor
if occupied
wait patiently by the side
resting the lips on it and standing on elbows
do what the rest do
licking greedily the cold white milk
land of milk and honey
no need to set the alarm
no need to take care of myself
no need to go to work
meeting friends husbands lovers
I may be terribly fat
sickening dirty
cursedly smelly
covered with bristle
the point is
to lick milk with the others
Оригинал: Вера Липатова, "К ВОПРОСУ О КОШКАХ"
Переведено с русского языка
About cats
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